poem: bridging worlds on December 21, 2012

This is why I know

This is why I know;

 

the new era turns over

today and

outside the sky is gray

with clouds

and I have a million things

to do and I have been

meditating and letting

go

painfully of what

does not enlighten

or sustain or serve

 

and how I know is

even though the darkness

last week

and the moment of

silence today

for bloodshed back home

and my state's collective grief

tainted everythought

for days

 

I know because every

one of those days

and today

I awoke wanting

to write poetry

praising the world for

the sheer joy

of you being in it.

 

and this is how we know:

because you will read

these words

and know

 they are my shield

against the despair

of darkness

my gift for you today

and every other.

 

This is why we know

the bells ring today

for peace

for acknowledging grief

for human suffering

renewed hope

and union

 

they ring for all the

you and me's

whose spirits will touch

today.

Author's Note

if you think you see yourself in this... you are probably right

Reviews

[Tree]

I saw myself in this, too. Particularly, in your second stanza. And this affirming well written piece of yours caused me to think....

I saw yesterday for the first time some of the faces of those beautiful children who were taken away from this world far too soon. And I was moved, as the world was too. And I began to think of Hurricane Sandy and that outpouring of love, and support. I thought of the election and how the ice cold shape shifting venture capitalist was defeated; I thought of those women and minority/ hating grey faced politicians who are losing their grip....

There is a shift Raquelita, a rousing of the slumbering body. And I am now convinced that the people in this country are beginning to wake and to realize how ugly, our culture has become... I'm thinking: this is how a new age is born, right?

&

those bells ringing in Connecticut for every one of those souls I heard; and it was like a signal/ a tipping point

[Marie Anzalone]

Dear Diego: Those bells ringing should have been a source of shame and pride for each and every one of us. Shame that we let ourselves becoem so fragmented and polarized that we lost sight of what was impotant; pride that we still can react to events with honor and dignity and righteous anger.

We were spared the images of what the responders saw, but I wonder if we should not have been? Empathy only becomes real, psychologically, when we feel it in our bodies. There is a reason war correspondents and veterans and foreign aid workers and first respondents are so prone to PTSD- they are charged with witnessing humanity's toll on humanity so others do not have to.

This is how a new age is born, indeed. Our discomfort at the status quo becomes intolerable, and we decide that an unknown face of change is better than the known face of human evil and apathy in front of us. We are roused to see that change, feel it, live it, breathe it, see it everywhere. Our vision shifts; we become open and aware to all of ti... and suddenly it becomes manageable.

Last thought: I read somewhere that most people become profoundly uncomfortable around others with those of a much higher IQ, starting at around 30 points higher. I wonder if the same is true for people of a lower energy base, being around others operating at a level much higher? I have seen it so often in my own work- the truly good-hearted ones, the natural leaders, those with extremely high EG- are those targeted for bullying, slander, and in inimidation, to the point of assassination. Thus, it could be surmised, the only way to accept a higher level of spirit is to ensure that the collective consciousness is raised. Maybe this is the shift you speak of, the one we are both hoping and praying and working for?

You have given me much to ponder today, dear friend. Blessings to you and yours for Christmas.

[Tree]

Love this reply. Still absorbing it all but there is a lot of truth here. I do want to make one quick point. Those scenes of those slaughtered children must be seen. Why run away from it? The truth, the flesh and blood and carnage brought about by the worshiping /sect like religion of our weapon's culture, particularly, the assault weapons. Did you know the Ar 15 Bushmaster is essentially an exact replica of the M16 A2 carbine, the very same weapon (and 223. round) that the navy seals used to tap two rounds into Bin Laden? And did you know each child was shot twice, also? (note the "double tap" is what the military and swat members use to put down bad guys in a close quarter assault). I guess my point is there has to be a solution here, as weapon's owner myself I have the utmost respect for the lethality behind it and am beyond responsible with the handling and storage of it. But I'm not married to it. and am disgusted by those who put them before the lives of children, and a better safer society

[gombeggar]

well done...a new day rises and the slate is fresh and clean and positive...such good wording

[Marie Anzalone]

thanks, gombeggar, glad you stopped by... always warms my heart to hear from you... the fact that, after all this time, we still want to read each others' words is very heartening indeed :-)

[gombeggar]

it plases me so that after all these years mah ramblings still entice u ;) ...and afterall, wut would i do without u in mah life somehow?

[Clockwork]

I saw and felt myself in the second stanza. You hold a mirror before our eyes and show us the world. But it is more than that. The mirror links us all together with its depth and foresight. We, the living reflections and incarnations of the great spirit. Those bells rouse the element within us that has so long been denied. The bliss and the joy, the compassion and feeling that makes us realize that we are all interconnected.

This tragedy has struck a nerve, and I think for many, that psychological sense has been activated. The body and the soul are beginning to commune with one another. It is telling us that we are closer together than we ever knew, and that our dedication can truly transcend the world. So begins the era of the great reformation and the arrival of the great torch.

Our spirits will indeed touch today, for we are never alone. We are part and particle of all things and all things are part and particle of us. Through this lesson we learn the depth of one another in this suffering. It is being illustrated as we speak.

You have captured a piece of the divine message. May peace be with you and with us all.

[Marie Anzalone]

Thank you very much for your words, Clockwork. I apologize it took me a while to respond. I had some things to sort out this week. Maybe I ma too optimistic, but I am seeing, after a decade or so of turning away, thta the suffering of others is starting to touch an elemental human nerve again. May it be enough for us to start asking about the kind of future we really do want, and realizing that a collective mass od intent large enough to have an impact is required. The good news is, that is all that is required. Peace be also with you my friend, my "adopted son." Happy New Year to you and all of those you hold dear.

[Sirius King]

a day of reflection...i really enjoyed this, thanx for sharing

[Marie Anzalone]

thanks Serenus I am glad you enjoyed it

[Sirius King]

:-)

[bob, small b. aka invs]

I saw myself in this verse.....


"I know because every

one of those days

and today

I awoke wanting

to write poetry

praising the world for

the sheer joy

of you being in it."

[Marie Anzalone]

I am glad you saw yourself there, bob. Community is community, even if it shared interests across space and transmitted via satellite. I do praise the world that I have connected with such fine people as yourself; so yes, this was written partly for you. I also hope you see in yourself that same ability.

[Antonio Valentino]

how blessed we are for, bridges, so that we may share such feelings across them..

wonderful you

I like this day

[Marie Anzalone]

yes, we are blessed indeed to be the types of souls who build bridges, too. I include your wonderful person in that statement, too.

I like this day too :-)

[Antonio Valentino]

I miss you.. merry holidays :)

[Marie Anzalone]

miss you too... but I am just a message away, dear friend